The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-01-21
N AGAINST Prcror,
A Bully Receives Q Painful and Carton. -.
From a Quiet Man.

From q Quiet Man.
One OF the notorious CHARACTERS
this section is Three-toed Watson
whose right first name nobody know.
and whose last name probably Wa.
not Watson in the states. He wo.
one OF the gang called rustlers who
keep on the edge of civilization ana
make it morally rugged. Three-toaa
Watson came here with the railroaa
and has made himself unpleasaptlv
conspicuous in all the fights and fan.
dango trays that have varied the 9TH.
erwise monotonous course of thin0s;n
Chivatito. BY shooting two men and
freely fourishing a frontier revolver
in the saloons, Watson has ACQUIRED
the coveted notoriety of BEING !
bad man and chief OF the camp. ana
also established the custom anon
barkeepers of never charging him any,
thing for whlskey or meals. Whsn
the railroad went on Three-toed Wat.
son did not follow with the n II
is not an easy thing to be acknowIedO.
ed as chief in a railroad camp, buf.
having got there, the privilege Of free
lunches, and general bossship OF the
saloons are too valuable to a frontier
tough to be lightly thrown awav or
abandoned. Watson is very liberal
with his privileges and never takes 4
drink without asking all hands to ioin
him. A refusal to drunk with him il
a deadly insult, as it conveys to the
mind of Three-toed Watson the in.
ference that the person refusing con.
siders him no gentleman. After to.
nights experience, however, he prob.
ably will not be SO pressing liberal.
Two mining engineers were sitting
at q table IN a saloon where the bully
was running things, and when Watson
ordered everybody up to the bar one
Of them, a German named Winkler,
politely declined. Mr.. Watson bro.
duced q ponderous pistol, and, poking
the muzzle into Winkler's face, he
roared:- 3
eyer won't drink with me, yer
Dutch tender foot! Reckon yer don't
know me. I'm bowling bIizzar OF
the perarie, / am; and when Pm turn
ed loose, it's dirty work cleaning up
the ranch. I'm q gentleman, and
you'll drink along o me or make q
soft seat for the Coroner.
Mr.. Winkler's one eye squinted into
the pistol barrel, and quietly re-
Marked
"Well, if you insist, I'm with you"
Getting up from the table, he walked
ovet to the bar and stood beside Wat
son, who iourished the pistol once
more under the nose of Winkler and
returned it to the holster. Holding a
whiskey glass in thelef hand, Winkler
took from n vest pocket a draughts-
mans six III lead pencil, sharpened to
a needle point. Turning to Three-toed
Watson he said
Look here, sirl You are a bigger
man than / am, and could whip me II
you wanted to without any weapons.
/ didn't want to drink, but you pulled
a pistol and would have shot mi il /
hadn't stepped up here. ! carry no
arms, you see; nothing but q pencil"
Here Winkler poised the pencil, which
he grasped firmly with his right thumb
and finger, directly opposite Watson's
face as though to call attention TO
the insignifcance of his armory and
emphasize his remarks; at the same
time looking the bully steadily in the
eye.
0Now / want to tell YOU" he con.
tinued, "that you're an internal COW
ard and q scoundrel, and | can lick
you with q lead pencil" And just as
the bully reached for his gun the pen
ell darted forward like a flash INTO
his left eye, the point passing accurate.
ly through the pupil. Three-toed
Watson yelled in agony and fell upon
the floor, writhing and shrieking'
Mr.. Winkler put the pencil back into
his vest pocket, replaced the untasted
whiskey upon the bar, and went out
Watson may pull through il ne mas
luck, but that eye will be OF no mors
use to him, and his privileges as 9
had man are GONE .-NeW York sun.